[Verse 3 - Jim Jones]
JONES!
You ain't seen money (nope)
Until you seen me (Jones!)220 for Bentley GTC (ballin!)And the money ain't a thing like J Dupri (it's nothing)
When you ballin round the country like the major league (pick a team)So peace up, A town down (A town down)
Tear your streets up with them A-K rounds (bang bang)
Now what you know about that?
I know all about that
3 birds, 3 nights can make a 100 thousands stacks (that weight nigga)
And man they got it on camera (what?)
The Feds been watching since the boy touched Atlanta

[Verse 4 - Rick Ross]
I'm the biggest mobster to ever hit the pop charts
I'm a easy target they know a nigga rock hard
Get a clean check cut slip it in my account
Write 'em out a china white a lil' cut'll wipe 'em out
I ain't with the rapping boy, I'm puttin in the work
In these niggas with the rapid lay his ass in the church
Get some information for you informants I got the YAY
And I'm selling them cheaper than yesterday so whatchu say?

[Hook]

[Verse 5 - Young Buck]
They snapping while we trapping
Trying to find out what happened
They wanna lock me up before my album go platinum
I took my cell phone and through it
My bank account I blew it
I got to cut my conversations, I donn't want to do it, but
Who's that peeping in my window
It ain't no love they tired of telling on they kinfolk
So if you've ever been broke
And turn a penny to a twenty
Let me hear you holla
If you want me come get me